Oberyn

It took every ounce of self control for Oberyn to not go over and wipe the smug look off of Robert Baratheon's face that Friday. In his opinion, the bastard deserved more than three days suspension for laying a hand on Lyanna.

He hated that with Robert being back at school, Lyanna seemed less angry with her ex than she was when he hadn't been around. It had only been two days, but Oberyn was beginning to feel insecure within his own relationship. He was regretting not having Lyanna when he was first presented with the chance

Oberyn waited for her outside of her 7th period as he had become accustomed to doing. He greeted Brienne and the Lannister twins with a simple nod as he took his girlfriend's hand and pulled her in for a quick kiss.

"So did you decide whether or not you could find time in your busy schedule to come over tonight? I told you, it's tradition. You coming to my place is the only way we can see each other tonight."

On the first Friday night of every month, Oberyn, Elia, and the Daynes would always get together in the Martell's basement and just catch up and watch movies. It had been happening ever since Oberyn was 12. Arthur would probably be a little bitter about Lyanna being there but Oberyn had an overwhelming desire to spend as much time with her as possible.

She sighed. "Yeah, exactly. It's tradition. That's your thing with your sister and your closest friends."

"Well you're one of my closest friends too now. You should be there. Especially since Arthur and Elia are together. I need something to take my mind off of what my best friend may or may not have done with my sister."

They continued their walk to the parking lot towards where her brothers waiting. "Can I bring Ned? Like for Ashara? Obviously there's something there and it'd be really shitty if it were just two couples and Ashara."

"If bringing Ned is what'll get you to come, then yes."

"Sweet! We'll be there."

He brought her in for a tight hug and a kiss on the top of her head before letting her go. Lyanna climbed into the backseat of Brandon's Jeep and let down her window, leaning out to speak. "Text me your address!"

He couldn't help but grin. "See you tonight, beautiful."

He wasn't really sure how it began but it seemed that he'd been referring to Lyanna as "beautiful" more often than by her name. It suited her perfectly. She was beautiful.

As he was walking away, Oberyn turned back to see if she was still watching him. Her eyes were focused down - probably on her phone.

On the ride home, he briefed Elia on what was to come that night. They both agreed that it'd probably be best to not tell Arthur about their visitors ahead of time. He probably wouldn't show if they did.

When he got home, Oberyn showered and did his best to straighten up his room in case Lyanna didn't want to spend her entire night there with the others.

He looked at his phone for the first time in hours. It was already 6:30.

~ It'd be really nice if you'd send us that address before Ned changes his mind. We're on the way. - Beautiful

He had a feeling she was teasing him by signing the text that way but he couldn't help but smile.

~ 512 Sunspear Ct. Is pizza fine? - O

~ When is pizza ever not fine? - B

That was just like Lyanna to be too lazy to type out eight more letters.

By the time he deemed his looks satisfactory, Arthur and Ashara were already there. Oberyn dropped down into his usual spot on the recliner.

He wondered if Ashara had any idea that Ned Stark was coming. Ashara had always been like another little sister to him and Ned Stark was one of the only guys that he saw fit to have anything to do with sweet, innocent Ashara. Well maybe she wasn't all that innocent, but she was sweet.

"Obe! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were wearing cologne."

He looked for Arthur to direct a response only to realize that he'd moved from the place where he'd been sitting on their movie nights for 5+ years to be closer to Elia. He was going to need a drink.

"Anyone else need something from the bar while I'm up?"

"Beer."

"Beer."

"Elia?"

"I'll pass."

"Shit, I guess I'll start with a beer too." Oberyn grabbed three Budweisers from the fridge behind the bar.

Elia was telling a story about how Cersei Lannister had cornered her in the ladies restroom earlier that day and how she had told her that Elia obviously wasn't deserving enough of Rhaegar. Apparently he'd told her that she, Cersei Lannister, was the one he always wanted. The doorbell rang.

Oberyn jumped out of his seat. "I'll get that. I've already heard this story."

He heard his sister continue to talk as he headed up the stairs to get to the door before Doran did.

He opened the door to a bouquet of flowers - daisies he'd concluded.

"We brought gifts!" He heard Lyanna shout from behind Ned. "The flowers are for Ashara, obviously. The cookies are for Arthur. Elia told me he liked this brand," Lyanna explained.

"Well what'd you bring me?" He motioned them inside.

She pushed him back against the door he'd just opened. "Just the gift of my presence." It was obvious that Lyanna wasn't messing around when she bypassed his mouth and immediately went to kissing on his neck.

A throat cleared from behind her. Next came a voice that wasn't Ned's. Lyanna spun around. "Brother, would you care to introduce me to your new friends?"

She was beet read. "I'm Lyanna Stark." She extended her hand for Doran to shake.

His brother accepted his girlfriend's hand skeptically. "Doran Martell."

"Eddard Stark." They shook hands as well.

"Oberyn, this wouldn't happen to be the same Lyanna Stark that-"

"Yeah. Same one, Doran." He hoped she wouldn't ask.

"Hm." He nodded. "Well have fun, I guess." He turned and headed upstairs towards his room. They were quiet until they heard the door close.

"Same Lyanna Stark that what?" She asked him aghast.

"Do you even need to ask, beautiful?" Like always, referring to her as beautiful worked to lessen the tension.

She punched him playfully in the arm.

He took her hand. "Follow me."

"Where's your bedroom?" She leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"I'll give you the grand tour later. I promise."

He opened the door to the basement and lead the way down the stairs with Lyanna right on his back and Ned a few steps behind. He could tell the Stark boy was nervous.

They reached the bottom. There was a killer silence.

"Surprise," he head his girlfriend say, trying to lighten the mood.

"What the hell, Obe?"

"Lyanna! Hey!" Oberyn admired his sister's enthusiasm as she jumped out of her spot on the couch and wrapped Lyanna in a hug that he was certain was 100% real.

By then, Ned had approached Ashara. "Sorry to crash your thing here. I brought you some flowers." He stared down at his shoes.

"Thanks, Ned!" She kissed his cheek.

"You've got to be kidding me. Obe, why would you think this is okay?"

Lyanna approached Arthur. "We come bearing gifts."

He glanced at the double chocolate chip cookies. "Fine. This just better not become a regular thing."

Oberyn beckoned Lyanna over to where he was sitting. There was really only room for one in the seat and he had originally intended on sitting on the floor beside the chair, allowing his queen to take his throne. Before he could propose the idea, she had already taken a seat on his lap. Her loose, dark hair smelled like strawberries and chocolate. He pulled her back to lie with him on the recliner.

After about five minutes of everyone pretty much only paying attention to their particular companions, Oberyn tried to make the night more inclusive.

"Movie anyone?"

She turned to face him. "Do you have anything funny?"

"Let's see." He moved from under her to the display where all of the movies were kept. "We have Napoleon Dynamite. I'm pretty sure that's it as far as comedy goes, and that's not saying much."

She looked at him like he'd just confessed to murder. "Are you kidding me? That movie is everything that is right in the world."

"Napoleon Dynamite it is then, my lady." He took the movie down and put it into the DVD player.

He hit play and went for another beer. "Anyone need a beer?"

"Beer? You guys are a bunch of pussies. But that'll do." He found her response amusing.

"Ned?"

He looked away from Ashara for what Oberyn was certain was the first time. "No thanks, I'm driving."

When he went to sit back down, Lyanna was sprawled across the entire chair, leaving no room for him.

She showed no indications of moving so he pretended that he was going to sit down on top of her - she never even flinched. Her laughter was a beautiful sound in his ears as he took a seat between her opened legs and laid his head back on her chest. He handed her a beer. Her body was warm.

The movie was only ten minutes in and he was pretty sure that her phone had already vibrated seven times. He wondered who could possibly be texting her so much.

Oberyn quickly glanced at Arthur who was seething in his corner of the couch, Elia's head resting on his shoulder. "Is everything okay with you, bro?"

"Everything is perfect except this a stupid fucking movie and your excitement over inviting the Stark bitch here made you forget to order the pizza."

Lyanna was apparently done taking Arthur's shit. "If you have a problem with me - not just me being here, but me with Oberyn - just fucking say it, asshole." She removed her legs from around him and moved to stand. Oberyn found it to be kind of sexy how her breathing calmed, her eyes narrowed, and her jaw tightened when she was angry. Like an actual wolf about to go in for the kill.

Arthur was clearly on edge, yet he spoke calmly. "Okay. I have a huge problem with you. Maybe Oberyn, Ashara, and even Elia are easy to forgive, but not me. So I'm not just going to sit here while you ruin our movie night and sit there like you didn't screw Elia over."

"Is this seriously happening right now?" She locked her grey gaze on Arthur's intense purple eyes. "Napoleon Dynamite is what set you off?" Oberyn knew that there was no use in trying to calm Lyanna down. "I've been trying so hard to make you like me, but apparently something that happened to me - something that I didn't even want to be a part of - is means enough for you to despise me. Obviously the whole thing worked out in your favor. You should be thanking me."

"Seriously, Obe? You had to choose this one." He gestured toward Lynna who was now standing over him.

Oberyn had always heard the phrase "bro's before ho's" but he had never really been in a situation where he'd even consider choosing a girl over his best friend. But Lyanna was definitely not a ho.

Luckily, she made the decision for him. She was back at the chair. "How about that tour you promised me?" She extended her hand out to help him up.

Oberyn found himself to be more turned on than he was already was after seeing his she-wolf stand up for herself. It was understandable why Arthur was angry, but if Elia was over it, then he obviously should have been too.

Lyanna was gripping his hand so tightly trying to contain herself before she really exploded on Arthur that Oberyn actually felt his circulation cutting off. She practically dragged him up the stairs. They were through the door before she spoke.

"You know that by tour, I really mean your bedroom, right? Take me to your bedroom." She eyed him with obvious desperation.

Oberyn briefly wondered if her explosion back there was really just a show to get him out of the basement.

He led the way up the stairs and to his room. He found himself becoming self conscious as he watched her look around. She shut and locked the door.

She turned to face him. "So are we gonna do this?"

He completely forgot about the situation that had taken place downstairs. Never had he seen a girl make wear simple denim shorts and plain grey t-shirt look so good.

He grabbed her chin and pulled her mouth up for a kiss. As they locked lips, their tongues collided. He turned her around and pushed her down onto his bed. Minutes later, he broke their kiss but never eye contact as he pulled his shirt off in one motion. By the time his shirt hit the floor, he was back on top of her, surely leaving marks on her neck. The tightening in his jeans was becoming hard to ignore.

Lyanna lightly pushed him off of her to be able to remove her own shirt. Her body was just as perfect as he'd remembered. She caught him staring at her chest, prompting her to reach back and unhook her bra. She leaned forward and undid his jeans. Soon, he was naked. He felt vulnerable. Oberyn was certain that she was sizing him up in comparison to Robert Baratheon. He shook those thoughts from his head as he watched her remove both her shorts and underwear in one motion.

He took a condom from his bedside drawer.

"Can I do the honors?" Her voice was dripping with sex.

He handed her the condom and watched as she seductively opened the wrapper with her teeth. She pushed him down onto the bed and slowly rolled the thin plastic down his length. He took a shaky intake of breath at the feeling of her small fingers on his throbbing member.

After a quick peck on his lips, she climbed on top of him and soon he was sheathed by the intense heat inside of her. That was the moment when Oberyn decided that he was in love with Lyanna Stark and nothing else mattered.